Okay, that was weird.

[rivka]

I was standing at the bus stop this morning, wearing a full-length overcoat buttoned up to mid-chest.

A middle-aged guy walked by and we made brief eye contact, so we nodded at each other. Then he stopped, waved at my midsection, and asked, "Girl?"

I was stunned.

"Yes," I said, "but how on earth could you tell?"

He grinned at me. "I always know. I guessed every one of my children." He wished me a happy holidays, and then went on his way.

Seriously: I know that people develop all kinds of theories based on how you're carrying, or whatever, but I was wearing a figure-obscuring wool coat. You can see that there is a bump, but not the shape of the bump. So how the hell?

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[elynne.livejournal.com]

Tangental anecdote:

My aunt doesn't get hiccups. Well, she'll get one, but never two. I had hiccups once around her (I get 'em to the point where they hurt, and it's very hard for me to stop them), and she told me to make them stop. I asked her how; she said something like "Well, I just make them stop." So I tried it - and it worked. Not only that, but it worked every time for a couple of months.

But then, after a couple of months of succesfully stopping hiccups, I got a case of them and thought "Wait... how am I stopping them? I can't just stop hiccuping by thinking about it!" And then, of course, I couldn't do it anymore.

Do Not Think About The Pink Elephant. ;)

[rivka.livejournal.com]

The one time I was ever able to stop hiccups by myself was when I was recovering from back surgery. I hiccuped, and it hurt amazingly, so much so that I couldn't imagine how I was going to tolerate another one.

So I stopped.

Only time it's ever happened. I guess that, for me, the stakes need to be really, really high.